she hates her feet
when they're outside of her shoes
because they don't match the rest of her
they're ugly and twisted
calloused and bony and cold
but inside the slippers
they're graceful and dainty and feminine
and strong and beautiful
her feet are tired every night
because she's worked so hard
but she never complains about her feet
(i can see the pain in her face,
her forehead twitches as she struggles
not to frown, and her left eye winces slightly--
it's always so slightly)
i don't mind touching her feet
rubbing them until they feel a little more
okay
i've begun to think that we're like a ballerina's feet
we look so perfect on the outside
but once the slipper's off you can see how
ugly and calloused we are on the inside
and we're all just looking for someone
to make us feel a little less ugly
someone who will rub our calloused souls
(like i rub her calloused sole)
and make us feel a little more
okay
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poesia"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
